Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 2)

I couldn’t.

I knew that if I moved, it definitely wasn’t going to be backward.

It’d be forward.

“I’m clean,” I rasped. “Are you on birth control?”

She moaned and lifted her hips a bit, causing the tip of my cock to push just a little bit farther inside.

I looked down and the entire head was buried inside. Fuck.

“I know, dumbass,” she growled. “I’m clean, too. Kind of hard to get dirty when you don’t spend time inside anyone else. And no, no birth control. I have no reason for it. Seemed unnecessary.”

My eyes flicked up to hers.

She was staring at me with such love in her eyes that I wanted to lean forward and place my lips against hers.

But again, I knew that if I moved so much as an inch, I’d be burying myself inside of her and damn the consequences.

“Just slide it in. All the way. Just once.”

Her eyes were pleading, and I’d never, not ever, been one to deny Beckham Spurlock anything.

Not if it was within my power to give to her.

I pulled back out and she moaned, her legs locking around my hips.

“Wrong way!” she cried out.

I grinned and started pushing forward again, this time not stopping until I was all the way inside of her.

That’s when I realized my mistake.

I shouldn’t have moved.

Just having her surrounding the tip of my cock had been bad.

Having my cock buried deep inside of her? Her pussy rippling around me?

That was the purest kind of torture.

There was no other way to describe it.

I hunched over and buried my face into her neck, my arms wrapping around her body to pull her even closer.

My cock ground into her pussy, and I swear to God, I tried to stop myself from doing it. But I couldn’t.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered as I panted and prayed that I could stop.

“God,” she whispered. “This was exactly what I needed. You inside of me. You feel so big.”

She felt tight.

Like hot silk wrapped by a silken fist of muscle.

I want to stay inside of her forever, exactly like this. Fuck all of our responsibilities.

“You’re making me feel so good,” she whispered. “You’re not even moving, and I feel fantastic.”

That’s because it was her and me.

We were good together. Always had been.

I’d known from the moment that I met her that she would be mine.

From the moment she said that my eyes were the color of ‘pond water’ I knew that I was going to make her mine.

I just didn’t realize that it was going to take this long.

That she would come back to me, but only after eight years of separation.

I wanted to move so badly that it physically hurt.

“Baby,” I sat back on my heels until my cock was barely inside of her. “You have…”

She followed me, lifting up on her heels to get closer.

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I pulled out of her completely, but only long enough that I could flip her over onto her tummy.

Seconds later, I had her by the hips again and I was thrusting inside of her wildly.

Between one of those thrusts, she burst apart.

She went from cooperative and being a good girl to thrashing and crying out.

“Oh, God. Troup!” she cried. “Please! Harder.”

That was all she wrote, folks.

Losing control wasn’t pretty.

Not for a man like me.

Control meant focus. Control meant I could make her come again.

Control meant that she was always taken care of.

This time, she was not taken care of.

I left her hanging because my dick literally took control away from me.

Between one breath and the next, I was coming.

I was coming hard, deep inside of her pussy, forcing myself into her so far that I knew she’d feel me well into tomorrow.

It was only after, when my brain came back online, that I realized I was likely crushing her with my big body.

“Jesus,” she whispered as she wiggled. “You’re crushing me.”

I laughed and pulled myself off of her, pausing when I was about to pull out.

“I only have one pair of sheets,” I found myself saying. “If we get these dirty, we’re going to have to wash them tonight.”

She sighed. “Let’s shuffle to the edge of the bed. I think that I saw something there that I could clean up with.”

“Nope,” I said as I thought about what could’ve been there. “I might’ve watched our video last night. And I might’ve already used that towel.”

She burst out laughing, and I clutched on to her hips.

“Baby,” I groaned.

That’s when my deflating dick changed directions, going from getting soft rather quickly to once again filling up with blood.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered, pushing back slightly so that I could feel her excitement.

She was so slick. Already wet for me, as well as covered in our combined juices.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned right along with her.

Then I couldn’t stop myself from slowly pumping myself in and out of her.